The Consequences of Resurrection

A star once exploded inside my head
From the inside out it blew up my brain
And though then I was supposed to be dead
After a few weeks I woke up again
To be not what I was but this instead
And this instead has been all right with me

The consequences of resurrection
Are functionally like insanity
And include a craving for perfection
Having tasted it however briefly
Which to me would seem better than never
Because it gave me something to reach for
But nobody has to wait forever
Our days have a number and not one more

+Steven Curtis Lance



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